The days of wine and roses laugh and
run away
Like a child at
play …
Through
a meadowland toward a closing door
A
door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before.
The
lonely night discloses just a passing breeze
Filled with
memories …
Of the golden smile that introduced
me to
The
days of wine and roses and you.
Lyrics
provided by Darlene Federowicz
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